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say it and I’ll knock you into next week, I swear. Sally shrugged and Fallon leaned back in her chair. “Go on, what were you going to say? That I’m fat?”
    “Well, you are larger than the rest of us here. And this room can get sort of stuffy.”
    That little tidbit pushed her over the edge. She was still riding the waves from last night, and the last thing she needed was a stick figure trying to bring her down. “Did you know, Sally, that Marilyn Monroe wore a size twelve, and at times she wore a size sixteen? Do you think she was fat? Do you?”
    “Of course not. She was Marilyn Monroe.”
    Fallon narrowed her eyes at her co-worker. “You’re right, she was. And she lived in a time when women weren’t afraid to be women, not flag poles who starve themselves to death and then have to buy fake tits.”
    “Ladies!” They both looked up to where their supervisor, Elaine Phelps, stood. The supervisor did not look happy. “Need I remind you this is a business, and as such has people coming and going? We have clients waiting for files while you two are acting like this is a schoolyard where a fight is about to take place. Get back to work before I suspend you both.”
    Sally flounced off without another word and Fallon mentally stuck her tongue out at her coworker. The court-reporting firm of Phelps and Jones was generally a great place to work and, despite what Sally said, there were several larger ladies down here. Sally didn’t like Fallon because Fallon was better at their job.
    More clients asked for her to work their cases and she generally got along with everyone in the office. If Sally knew her secret job as a phone sex entertainer she would broadcast it for all the office to hear, and then Fallon would be fired in record time.
    She sat back down at her terminal and worked on the notes she’d been trying to concentrate on when Sally had interrupted her. If she’d screwed something up it would be her ass, and a criminal was liable to go free on a technicality.
    Fallon prided herself on not missing one word from a transcript, and she wouldn’t stop now, not because of Sally. She meticulously checked her printouts, then went back and rechecked them. Satisfied that everything was in order, she placed the finished product on Elaine’s desk. The supervisor checked everything and gave it her final approval before it was given to anyone outside the firm.
    A quick check of her watch showed that it was just after five. Quitting time for one job. The second one would start around eight, depending on who was on the schedule for this evening. Mr. X’s next appointment, the joke being played on his friend, wasn’t for another week, but he’d promised to call her this weekend to make sure everything was set. Fallon hoped he would be as randy then as he was last night.
    She went to her desk and pulled out her
PDA
, the one she used only for her phone sex job. An email popped up on the screen and she checked the names, Chuck and Steve, two of her regulars, were scheduled for eight and nine. Looked like it was going to be a slow night.
    Lots of times the two of them didn’t even want to jack off. They wanted to talk about sports, or a problem they were facing at the office. When they were discussing issues they had, she knew they were changing things around so she wouldn’t find out who they were, but they’d always kept the main part just truthful enough so she could help. She was pretty sure Chuck was a cop, and Steve was a stockbroker.
    But she’d never asked either of them their professions, nor would she ever. That was their business and she didn’t want to pry into it.
    Thinking about that made her wonder what Mr. X did for a living. His authoritative voice and take-charge attitude could put him in several professions: a military office, a cop, or even a lawyer. She thought about last night and decided military was definitely at the top of her list.
    She was just about to close out the
PDA
and collect her